I think you sent this to the wrong person.. {I'm back bitches}

she's a fat photographer. he's an easily bruised artist. they meet when waking home from school.

they met at therapy; therapy for sex addicts. (cover by elle)

sequel to wrong number

blocked number: hey baby me: who is this ? blocked number: michael me: who's michael? Michael: stop playin luke me: my name is ryan but lukes a cool name too Michael: oh, sorry wrong number.

"I now know that 'never' will be our always." -Amber Marie Carter Book One of the IGHP Series One of my readers told me this was triggering, so please read with caution. This story contains sensitive content. Self harm, depression, and attempts in suicide. All chapters are work of fiction. It's completely made up. If interested in publication and or translation contact me. :)) Copyright all rights reserved 2014 Liezel Mae Damasig. This story is in no way associated with 5 Seconds Of Summer or its management.

~12:03 am~ To: "sex god" Mikey i wish we could meet. ~12:07 am~ From: "sex god" Mikey one day, we will. Sequel: Connected

she sits with him on the school bus, yet they never talk to each other.

"Why are you here?" I asked her. "Reasons. Why are you here?" "Reasons." I answered back & that made her smile. Her smile quickly became one of my favorite things.

He carries a gun, She carries make up, He breaks the law at night, She sleeps at night, He loves her, She loves him. What's keeping Zoe and Michael apart? If love as strong as theirs is true surely they shouldn't have it forbidden? © 2015, Ash (bxndtxbers), All rights reserved NOT EDITED !!!